Leaves, like tears
trickle slowly
down the face
of an aching azure sky
birds cry out
in heartbroken tones
of melancholy
over trembling
barren branches
deflowered by autumn’s caress
the cool breeze
stirs the shadows
a dreamlike prelude
to darker days
and the feathers
of winter’s wing
lightly brush across my soul
and take my breath away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 